He was a mean looking man and was dressed in a dark blue robe and crowned with a gold wreath around his head. Caesar watched with anticipation at the gladiators he had just gotten for the season. They were all perfect killers and promised to prove entertaining. He had just posted the match setups for tomorrow and couldn’t wait to see them in action.
In the Great Colosseum

The Devourer VS Two Lionesses (starved lions that are much larger than normal)

Ace VS 200 enemy soldiers (recently captured and pissed)

Trio Cornelius VS Giant of Kenrick (Just a very very very very large man with axe and shield)

Spurius VS Captured Dragon of Medlian (Fire breathing)

And after, a victory feast with the winning gladiators.

He had sent all of his daughters to meet with the gladiators. What a genius idea using his beautiful daughters as pawns to make the fights more brutal. After all, a man shall not fight without a cause. He turned to his wife. “Do you believe we will have a good turnout in the Arena tomorrow, Amie?” He loved his wife, she was loyal and done everything he had asked of her. She wouldn’t be able to betray him if her life depended on it and that was a wife worth keeping.

Amie was in her own dark blue robes standing next too her husband. She had thought the fights were well planned out. If any of the men survived then that would be a skill but she knew that the real deal was the men fighting each other. She was deep in thought. But when she had been asked the question "Do you believe we will have a good turnout in the arena tomorrow, Aime?" That question had brought her back to reality and out of her thoughts." I would think so, But then again we have never seen them fight before, Except when training" Aime looked up at him and smiled lightly."What are your thoughts on it?" She asked. For he had never told her about what he thinks.

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Cassie was walking in the halls wearing light red robes. She was a little happy today. She got to meet with the gladiators. She wanted to run but she knew that if she was going to run it would have to be quiet. But that was something that Cassie could not do. Cassie belived that freedom would be nice but she knew that if it was something her father came up with then it would be something that Cassie could do nothing about. She then turned down one hall then after a few minutes she reached where all the gladiators were. She knew that her older sisters would be there soon to. Cassie was kinda stuck being one of the youngest of the family. Bad thing about being one of the youngest is your older siblings will bug you from time to time when the mother or father was not watching. Cassie was looking around waiting for her sisters to come or for one of the gladiators to talk to her.

Alax stand in the room where Caesar's daughters and the gladiators where keeping gaurd of the his daughters. Just in case the gladiators got a little to frisky with them. He stood there watching every one and keeping guard. He was in basic soldier gear. He maybe looked like a normal soldier but was very skilled with a blade. So the gladiators should keep there hands off if they knew best.

He just stands there not talking but keeping an eye out. Caeser might have his head if anything happen to his daughters on his watch. Alax would rather stay alive then die for failing.

Vittoria looked through her robes carefully. They were all wonderful and would look great on her and so she settled on a light yellow. It looked almost golden and she wanted to be the most desired of her sisters. She wore it with a full breast and no jewelery. She let her hair fall over her shoulders. She headed for the gathering hall where the gladiators had been waiting to meet them. She passed her sister on the way and had stopped to mess with her. "Why do you stand and wait sister? There are many willing men in there, you know some of them haven't seen a women in years! Would be your luck to find a man to take your virginity from that lot." She laughed and took several glances to the room. wondering which would be more likely to make it to the top.

Cassie sighed. She never liked her oldest sister very much and by the sounds of it she never like Cassie very much. Cassie then started walking again ignoring what her sister had said like she normaly did. If it was one thing she would not do was fight back with an older sister. Cassie much liked her other sister better. Cassie looked in the room. She was wondering witch of the guys was going to make it and witch of the guys were going to fail. She knew if they failed that meant they died. Cassie then saw Alax standing there. He was not being spoken to at all. So Cassie while waiting for her other sister and for being nice walked over to him. "Hello, You seem to be pretty lonely over here, So hows your day going?" She asked Alax. She thought she should be nice and everything seeing as he was protecting her father for many years now.

A dragon? Spurius lowered his head and walked away from the board which held the tournament schedule. In his career he had fought three dragons, but they were all youth, more like wyverns than dragons at all. From the description this one was full grown, yet Spurius knew the odds were still in his favor at the betting stations. Although he usually did not put on a show, to him the fight wasn’t about the theatrics, Spurius was undefeated since his entrance to arena fighting back when he was sixteen.

He wondered what weapon types he’d be given for the match. Ideally, if he was given the choice, Spurius would choose a large steel shield, a spear, and a short sword. The shield was the only one that was absolutely necessary, though, to defend himself from that thing’s fire breath. Otherwise he would have to spend his time dodging, which would wear him out pretty quick, which would in turn mean death. He wouldn’t outlast the dragon energy-wise, that’s for sure. Of course, he would have to put a leather piece in between his arm and the back of the shield for it would undoubtedly become very hot after one or two blasts.

There was another matter of the day that he was secretly somewhat excited for, though did not show it so. Today they would be spending time with some of Caesar’s daughters and personal maidens. Although not much could really come of it, the mere idea of female attention was stimulating. Spurius had a special eye for a particular one, Caesar’s eldest Vittoria, but left that desire to the realm of fantasy. He was a slave, and nothing more, while she was the daughter of the most powerful man in the world.

It wasn’t in his character to approach Vittoria when he saw the daughters enter the large room they were in. Instead he stood off to the side by himself, as he usually did at such events, and watched everyone else. It struck him as curious that Caesar would use his own daughters for inspiration for the games. He wanted shows; that’s for sure. The contrast between the beauties of the girls and the male gladiators was somewhat comical. Yes, they had been cleaned and given new clothes for this event, but they were still slave’s clothes and it’s hard to say that you could ever truly clean a gladiator. Still, this was far better than training all day, and even if none of these girls talked to him their mere presence simply made his life a little better.

They stomped and they roared. They clapped and they booed. They were the eyes and the brain of the Colosseum. Woulfgar's performance would show whether or not he was worthy to live another day amongst the lowlifes of the Gladiators. How he hated the life, and how he loved the fact that he would soon have his freedom, after twenty summers of being a slave, he would get his grand prize when he defeated whatever that Ceasar would throw at him.

The gates opened and Woulfgar entered the Colosseum. The crowd went wild as they saw the famous barbarian enter the arena. He was the biggest man any of them had ever seen, he was broad and had powerful arms that seemed to be powerful enough to crush a man's skull, and his sausage like fingers certain supported this idea.
Woulfgar turned and bowed to Ceasar and then raised his axe and called out, like he had done many times before, "Today I fight for Ceasar! I will entertain Rome today, and may Ceasar's mercy allow me to fight another day!" The gigantic man said with a booming voice.

He drew out his sword, short and sharp, perfect for chopping and stabbing his enemies, and then his axe, perfectly balanced and a perfect cleaver of flesh, surely this wonderful tool would make short, yet entertaining work of whatever that he may face today.
The gates opened.

Out of the darkness, two large lionesses sprung out, running towards Woulfgar with impressive speed and agility. They had been starved for long, so long that they didn't heed any form of intelligent instinct, they were hungry and would end it by killing and devouring The Devour

Woulfgar had faced such animals before, and he hated them, because they had no fear, they couldn't be intimidated nor pressed back, they would keep on attacking till either Woulfgar or the lions were dead.
Woulfgar prepared for the attack, and as the first lioness jumped into the air, legs stretched out, claws out and open mouth with all of its yellow teeth ready to bite into Woulfgar's flesh.
Woulfgar instinctively fell down on the ground and stretched his hand with his sword out, stabbing the lioness in its belly, causing the lioness to roar with pain and fall to the ground as it landed on its pawns, however the second lioness was a bit quicker and with its pawns it scratched deep wounds into his deltoids muscles, causing the blood to run down his arm and a burning pain to arise in his right arm.

He rolled over on the dirt and swung his axe out, forcing the lioness to back away from him, giving him space between the lioness and himself. That was good...That was bad. The lioness attacked him again, this time, Woulfgar didn't have the needed space to react as quickly as before, and the lioness got its teeth into his left quadriceps.
Woulfgar screamed with pain, and the crowd gasped. Would this giant fall today? Only the gods would know.

Woulfgar, using the closeness of the lioness, hammered the hilt of his sword, dropped his axe and grasped it by the neck, holding it tight. He continued to beat the hilt into the head of the large cat, and although it swung its clawed pawns wildly, it only managed to do the same form of damage as it had to his arm, and thankfully it didn't get anywhere near his face nor his neck.
Wouldgar then stabbed the large beast in its back, making it let go of his leg and try to retreat back...Woulfgar didn't allow that to happen, he still held on tight and now got his axe, and with three powerful blow he decapitated the beast.

Standing up, the crowd was silence, and then, he lifted the head of the lioness high and roared with his lungs full power. The crowd cheered, and Woulfgar welcomed their hails and their praises. It gave him strength to go on.

Limping back to the other gladiators, he roared loudly as he came in, making sure that they all knew that Wouldgar, the Devourer, was still alive. He wasn't defeated, and wouldn't be defeated.

Trio was waiting at a bench close to the doors that opened to the Coliseum. At first he was hearing carefully to the battle that was being fight outside of the walls. In the sand of the Coliseum. The public was roaring, thirsty for blood and death. However, it was not only the public's witches, Trio as well wanted to see death. Woulfgar was fighting against two lionesses, and if everything came out all right he would die. All but one of the Gladiators had an expiration date encrypted in their flesh. And by all means, Trio would fight to be the one that continues to live. He needed to stay alive so he would be free and powerful and would meet with his younger brother someday. However, Trio couldn't focus in the fight for too long. A couple of women got inside the Gladiators hall, the death waiting room. They were young and beautiful, but most important of all they were The Ceasar's daughters. They could help him out in someway. As he turned around to see the ladies, Woulfgar came inside from the battle. For Trio's disappointment, he was still in one piece.

Trio looked back to the women, one of them got inside and then a younger looking one followed. The last girl that came inside, with long beautiful brown hair got close to another Gladiator, Alax or Alex or something. And Trio overheard. "...hows your day going?"

Trio turned his head around and answered, even though the question wasn't addressed to him.
"How do you think our day is going?" He heard Woulfgar roar as he came in. The audience was going crazy, it must have been a hell of a fight. Trio turned to the girl again. "If everything comes out all right half of us will be death by down."

Alax looked at Cassie a bit and smilled a little. He nod his and said "I'm doing alright miss Cassie. Just doing my job. You should go talk with other people if you wish. I'm just here to protected you and your sisters." He then looked around the room again still keeping an eye out for any harm to happen.

Alax said to Cassie wile looking around the room "So how you mis Cassie? Having fun metting all the gladiators?"

Cassie smiled at Alax "I'm just fine, and I'm getting about to meet them havent yet" She smiled then said again "Well better get on task now, Dont wanna make father unhappy" Then she looked at the gladiator that had spoken to Alax and her well it was mostly aimed at her.Cassie looked at him."You should not have low hopes if your going to make it or not, I'm pretty sure almost all of you will make it out of the first round" Cassie smiled then said "Anyway, Whats your name?" Cassie had heard of all the names of the gladiators but never saw what they looked like before she walked in the room. She could the people in the fighting arena were going crazy. Was it a really good fight or something? Cassie had never really watched any of the fights that went on. She was always doing something else.

Caesar sat at his thrown awaiting the bloodshed. The gladiator had been his favorite, always declaring his fight for Caesar. He tilted his head slightly for his devotion. There are two things he recalls from his fathers teachings of the Colosseum. First, if you have a winner make sure he is the Hero in everyone eyes and two human bloodshed is more valuable than animal. Though the devourer was a favorite of his, he found himself wondering if he had what it took to make it all the way to the top. He had very little faith for many facing a thousand deaths.

As the battle continued Caesar looked at his people. the were rooting for the gladiator and sat on the edges of their seats waiting to see if he would live. He loved to see his people enjoying bloodshed with him. He turned to his wife with a victorious smirk. "They love it Amie! Isn't this grand." Several of his advisers and democrats agreed. Caesar knew he could trust any of those blood suckers. None of then had to fight a day in there life. The gladiators understood what life was worth. He hoped his daughters were giving them encouragement.

When the lioness head was held up showing his victory Caesar stood and acknowledged his win. The yelling of the crowd filled the great city of Rome out to it every crack. They wanted more and he was happy to supply them with it. Proudly he announced the next combatants and took his seat to watch.

Aime had been watching the fight. She knew that lots of her people loved to watch it. She was quit amused her self. Then as the gladiator won the fight she was cheering with every one else. Then she looked at Ceaser."It's very grand, I wonder whos up next? Do you know?" She asked hoping he would know. But maybe it was who ever went out in the arena to fight that went next. No matter who it was though it was going to be very interesting to watch. Now Amie had only hoped her daughters were being nice and cheering them on. As for the gladiators worked hard.

Vittoria could always tell who had a longing eye for her and knew that in order to build that she had to ignore them. She would throw small glances at them, smile a bit and then turn away. When the victor entered with the lionesses head she felt she was amongst the worriers of the gods. She clapped for the Champion and walked over to him. "Was it to horribly difficult to defeat them with arms like that?" She smelled the fresh blood all over him and looked him from top to bottom.
He was enormous, she wondered what other large surprises that promised. Choosing one of these men would be difficult. They all seemed great choices but she waited to see the next victor. "Would you like me to dress your wounds champion?" if he had answered or not she was already at it. Wrapping the worst of the wounds first. Every now and again glancing over at Spurius who seemed to favor her. "I do believe you have competition Woulfgar" she knew his name by knowing his reputation, in fact she knew them all. She loved watching the gladiators fight, she wondered which would be the one to end her fathers rule but kept that fact of her obsession secrete.

"My name is Trio milady. Trio the prisoner..." He smiled at her as he stood up. He looked at her eyes, and then the rest of the body. It was a lot of time since he saw a woman as attractive as her that close."I have no power and I have no money, but I will fight with all my will to be free one day, even if that means fighting The Caesar himself" He knew that his fight was close, so he undressed his top and began to get his armor and weapons ready.

Cassie looked at Trio. He was probaly going to fight next. She saw him get ready for the fight then she looked over at one of her older sisters. Vittoria was fixing up the galdiator that had just went into a fight and came back with the lionesses head. Then she looked back at Trio."I'm Cassie" She smiled then said "Let me guess your next out there?" Cassie knew who was fighting who and when Trio went out there he would be fighting a large giant with an axe. If it was Cassie she would never want to be a gladiator cause that would mean her life could end very soon. She was now waiting to see how the outcome of all the fights would be. She would of said that she hoped he did not get squished but really she hoped no one did. It would be a sad way to die.

Syn pulled back the curtain that divided the stadium and the inner areas where the servants, slaves, and gladiators rested. She silently stepped behind her mistress, Amie, as the people erupted in cheers for whatever reason. Syn made sure to stay a distance away from her as to show respect. Inhaling nervously and folding her arms tightly against her waist, she stared into the distance emotionlessly, awaiting any orders given to her. The slave tried to avoid looking at Caesar, for fear she would lose herself and begin glaring at him furiously. That was quite impossible since her mistress sat close to him. "I'll just have to toughen up." she thought, her jaw clenching angrily.. although she had a seemingly undisturbed demeanor.

With the return of Woulfgar, Spurius walked over to the exit. His fight was coming up now, so he no longer had time for girls and their simple games. Vittoria would look in his way, smile, and turn as if he didn't know what she was doing. In this room were Caesar's greatest warriors, and the only reason these women were sent here was to remind the champions that beauty still existed, that maybe there was some form of pitiless life worth living, worth fighting for. Spurius had no time for such teasing. Woulfgar seemed to be more the type for that kind of treatment. Despite the fact that they would most likely end up fighting each other, Spurius had great respect for Woulfgar. He was one of the eldest of the gladiators, and from what Spurius understood he was a great warrior on the outside in Germania. However, that mattered little to Spurius if it meant killing him for his own freedom. However worthy of respect Woulfgar had in the arena, he enjoyed twenty years of freedom before allowing himself to be captured by the Romans and sold into slavery. To Spurius, Woulfgar had his chance at freedom, and simply failed to keep it, and for that failure he would die in the arena.

When he had left the room a guard escorted Spurius to the entrance to the Coliseum, walking him through the armory. "You've been instructed to pick your own weaponry. A certain nobleman has a lot riding on you, and he has paid well to make sure you are allowed to take whatever you'd like." The armory itself had little in it. However, there was exactly what Spurius needed. After giving a nod to the guard, Spurius selected a light steel helmet, a large steel shield, a short sword, and a spear. He lined the inside of the shield with an extra strip of leather because he knew that with each blocked blast of flame the shield would become harder and harder to hold due to the heat until he had to discard it, and the leather would buy him just a little more time.

"It's a big one, good luck," the guard nodded to Spurius who returned the gesture, a subtle respect passed between the two. With the spear in hand and the sword attached to his belt, Spurius walked out into the Coliseum. At this point none of the audience was aware they were about to see a dragon, most for the first time.

"Friends," a senator whose place was up by Caesar’s began, "this next particular battle I bring to you all the way from Medlian!" It was every now and then that a politician would use the games to advertise himself when seeking reelection. In order to please the people of Rome and have his own name spread they would try to appease the crowds. This man thought of funding a battle against a dragon. "Standing before you now is Spurius, your champion!" Unlike most gladiators who would wave or attempt to woo the crowd when addressed, Spurius stood still. He was out there to kill, not give them his dignity. Still, the audience clapped regardless. "For six years he's fought in the arena, gaining prestige and growing stronger before our very eyes. But today, I'm afraid, he may be meeting the gods! For I present to you a ruthless beast out of the Hades itself, starved into madness and rage!" At that moment the doors on the other end of the Coliseum opened and a large creature charged out, but was forced to stop by a chain collar around its neck. The dragon was larger than Spurius had expected, reaching a height of ten feet when on all fours, and with a single horn spouting from the tip of its nose. The curious thing about it was the fact that its wings had been removed, and all that remained were stumps. The scars on the stumps seemed as if the removal was quite painful for the beast.

The chains around the beast's neck clicked and then fell off, freeing it from the restriction. Spurius edged closer, preparing himself for battle. "I see, beast, your wingless frame reveals your true nature. You are as much as a slave as me. Fear not, brother, for one of us shall soon be free from captivity." As if on cue, the dragon charged, but was easily dodged by Spurius. It seemed as if the dragon realized that the battle would not end so easily at that point, for it took a moment to study its opponent. Again it charged, however it stopped short early this time and blasted a stream of fire towards the gladiator, who blocked most of it with his shield but was burnt by some that his shield did not cover. As soon as the flow of fire stopped Spurius went on the offensive and stabbed at the dragon with his spear, cutting the dragon's face only slightly. The dragon responded by unexpectedly slashing with its giant claws, throwing Spurius across the arena, cutting him across the chest very deeply with its claws, and causing him to drop both his shield and spear. Spurius wasted no time in getting to his feet, though, as well as drawing his sword.

The beast was already on its way over, but this time Spurius would not be taken by surprise. He dodged the stream of fire it blew off to the right and sprinted until he was at the base of the creature. With all his might Spurius sliced at the back leg of the dragon, and after two swipes the leg fell off. As a reaction the dragon swiped Spurius with its long tale, again throwing him many feet away, and roared in pain. The fight was not yet over, though. Spurius was able to hold onto his sword this time, but when he had gotten to his feet the beast was already upon him with another blast of fire. Spurius hardly dodged it, part of his right side was burnt quite badly by the flame and his clothes were burnt off, leaving him to fight nude. There was no embarrassment, though. For one, he liked to think of himself as well endowed, anyway, but mostly because the audience no longer existed. Spurius did not even hear their chants or cries or applause. The only two things in the entire world were himself and the dragon. Spurius was quick to charge the dragon this time, and he rolled underneath the flame blast and came up underneath the dragon. From there he stuck his black upwards into the beast and ran until he had reached the end, putting a deep gash from the beast's neck all the way to its tail. It wasn't dead though. Although it had fallen and was not trying to get back up, the beast still had breath. Spurius walked over to its large head and positioned his sword at its base. "Enjoy your freedom, brother; you have more than earned it. I feel I will never find my own." With that, Spurius stuck his sword through the base of the head and into the brain. He then stood up and walked back to the exit of the arena while the audience cheered for him and the senator announced his victory.

Spurius returned to the hall and was given a new set of clothes at the door when he entered, still covered in his own blood and the green blood of the dragon. A surgeon was waiting to attend to his more severe burns as well as dress the three large gashes left by the dragon's claws.

Aime had heard a noise come from behind her. She turned around and saw Syn. She smiled a little at the girl. For Aime new that Syn deserved freedom. Aime wanted to give Syn the freedom but was not aloud too. That was only up to Ceaser him self. So Aime stood up from her seat and walked over to Syn. Syn was the only person that she could talk to about anything and she knew her secerts would be safe with Syn. So Aime then said "I want you to go check up on my daughters and make sure that the gladiators are being fixed up from there wounds, If you could" She smiled. She knew that only Syn could hear the last part cause she said it much more silent and with all the noise from the last fight you could bearly hear her.

Trio smiled at Cassie, maybe for the last time. "Yeah, apparently I'm up next..." He put on his helmet halfway so he could continue seeing Cassie. Then he grabbed two Gladius, he was going to need speed in this battle, and the huge shield he also liked to use was going to be to troublesome. "It was a pleasure to meet you milady, I have to fight now, what about a good luck kiss?" He turned at the door as Spurius came back also alive. Then he turned once again to Cassey, waiting for her last words before he was called to fight.

Cassie looked at Trio. It might be the last time that she saw him. But when he asked for a good luck kiss. She was shocked at that. She looked around. He mother or father was not down here and her sisters were busy chatting with the other gladiators. She knew that Alax would not tell he was far too nice to tell. Then she looked once more to make sure her mothers slave was not around yet. So seeing as the area was clear Cassie gave him a good luck kiss. She smiled then said "Hope you make it, If the others have I'm sure you will too" She looked at him. Any minute now she knew that he was going to be called to go fight. She wanted to talk to him more but she knew he had to fight next. Then she wanted to know if this was going to be the last time she saw him. She hoped it was not the last time.

Aurelia was running late, but she didn't hurry herself--ever. With soft steps she entered into the Gladiator's chambers and although she was sad she missed most of the fighting she smiled at the sight of the two blood covered men. Her long dark brown hair was braided at the top while the rest hung in loose flowing wave around her shoulders to her mid back. Her robes were a deep purple against warm olive toned skin, gold rings drawing the robes together at each shoulder. Her steel grey eyes flecked with blues and greens scanned the area as she nodded to her sisters offering the slightest of smiles. She would always hate being the middle child, nobody's prized or favorite child but she felt it made her stronger. While her father doted over her elder sister, and her moher sent much time gossiping with the younger Aurelia often felt forgotten. It was during these forgotten times that as a child she had managed to convince her father she needed lessons in swordsmanship for a small time, and during these times that she made friends with many of the young boys who were now becoming gladiators. She knew her role on this day was to please the Gladiators,and she loved looks from lust filled eyes, however she hoped something more entertaining than standing around as eye candy may be in store for her day.

Caesar ignored his wife's question and just turned to his senator. "I do believe these will be what makes you senator. The people love us." The dragon was going to be one of the highlights of today's fights. The creature was not easy to capture but was worth the sacrifices. It was more magnificent then he remembered it being. He didn't like Spurius, he wasn't great to the crowd but they cheered for the damage he could do. He didn't like him and hoped for his blood shed but he knew he was formidable. He thought of his daughter Vittoria and her 'talent' for seduction. he could use her to weaken him as long as she hadn't already chosen her patron. He would talk to her at the feast.

At the end of the fight Caesar stood to acknowledge the victor but was turned away be him without thought. Fool, he will regret this. He turned to his wife who handed him wine. "That ingrate must learn his place"